Starlight Gleaming Ch. 02

Janetta smiled at me, but it was need that I saw in her eyes. She grabbed my arm and led me over to the viewing point.

"Janetta, I--"

"Shhh," she said, putting her finger to my lips. She unbuckled my belt and pushed down my trousers and underwear below my knees. "Lay down," she said quietly. I did so, my mind reeling from the near death encounter and her calm demeanor. One hand stroked my cock. Within moments I was hard. She held my shaft and moved over me, moving my cock along her lower lips. I could feel her steamy wetness as she pushed down, enveloping me in her tight, slick walls. Three, then four strokes and her groin met mine. Her hands pushed up my chest, slowly opening my shirt.

Janetta sighed as she slowly rocked. "Fire burns in my loins, but I'm torn. A part of me wants to savor this and the other wants to ride you hard and fast to a quick release. Oh! That's nice equipment you have!"

The feeling of her body enveloping my erection was delicious. I reached up and pulled her forward, slipping my hand behind her neck. Her mouth opened to mine and our tongues fenced. Janetta ground her crotch against me, sighing and moaning. While we kissed, her hands roamed over my chest, pushing my shirt off. My own hands moved to her back, undoing the buttons.

With a groan, Janetta sat up as I pulled down her sleeves, freeing her breasts to my view. My imagination hadn't done them justice. Even in the heat, her wide areolas were puckered and her nipples swollen and erect. The tattoo on her left breast was a stylized war eagle, symbol of Huitzilopochtli, god of war and the north. Part of me admired the artwork, but seeing the other breast, part of me thought it was a shame to mar such perfection. Leaning up, one hand fondled her flesh, flicking her nipple while my mouth inhaled her other. I sucked and licked, one arm holding her close while the other paid homage to her breast.

For long minutes I licked her skin and played with her nipples, rolling and pinching them, switching back and forth with my hand and my mouth. Then with a loud cry she pushed me back down and began bucking and rolling her hips. My fingers rolled and kneaded her soft flesh. The muscles in her belly rippled and tightened. I could feel her pussy squeezing my shaft as it slipped in and out of her sex, wet sounds filling the air between our noises of pleasure.

As she got closer to her release, she just rocked her hips faster and faster, grinding her clit against me. Then she yelled and arched her back, shaking as she came. I felt the gush from her pussy coat my balls. My hands went to her hips and I pressed into her, trying to increase her contact. The sweet sensation of her pussy clamping along the entire length of my shaft was heavenly.

With a gasp, she suddenly began breathing again, and leaned over me. The carved hair tie fell out and her thick black hair cascaded around her face. Janetta grinned. "My initial assessment is the same, Kandikan. I like how you feel."

Then she started to get up!

"Oh, no you don't! Not a chance!" One hand grasping her hip, I put the other on her shoulder and rolled her over. I bucked until my cock pressed back into her slick folds. Holding her tight, I pounded her pussy hard and fast, trying to drive myself into the bottom of her depths with every thrust.

When that didn't give me the penetration I wanted, I pulled up her legs and used my weight to spread her wide while I moved higher. Janetta grunted, a hint of amusement in her eyes. Her breasts rolled every time I slammed into her soaked sex. I could feel the ripples along her tight channel squeezing me. I stared into her eyes while I drove into her body, reveling in the tight, slick heat of her pussy. She mouthed words as I pumped her cavity. Silent at first, then faintly I heard her.

"Do it. Do it. Do it!"

My balls tightened and boiled, and pressing hard into her yielding center, my cock swelled and pulsated, sending rope after rope of thick hot sperm spraying deep against her womb. Janetta kept her eyes on me as she shivered, grinning as her hands suddenly pulling me tight against her crotch.

As my orgasm faded, she patted my butt. "Let me up, Kandikan. Time to refuel and celebrate another successful mission."

Slowly I lifted off her, then pulled out. Janetta rolled over and off the blanket, standing with her legs apart. I watched while long strands of sperm dripped out and landed on the ground. She glanced around and saw me watching. Grinning, she lifted her bottom hem of her sun dress so that I could see her gaping pussy and watch her flex her butt, squeezing tight for several seconds. More strands fell, then a dribble. Janetta took her palm and rubbed it into her wet crotch, then wiped her hands on the dress. She lifted the top and slipped her arms back into the sleeves. She retrieved the second chest from where I dropped it and set it beside the first one on the table.

I put my shirt back on, leaving it unbuttoned. But I took off my trousers and underwear, and on impulse, stuffed my neckerchief into my trouser pockets. Her pussy had been as delightful as last time, but I was miffed about her trying to quit before I had had my own release. Again.

"Keep your boots on," she warned. "Spiders, snakes, scorpions, ants, centipedes. If they don't get your bare feet, they'll hide in your empty boot."

I shook my boots out and put them back on. It felt weird with no pants, but what the hey? I went over to the table. Janetta ate a sandwich and crunched on a large pepper. I couldn't be sure whether the sweat on her forehead was from the spicy vegetable or from our fucking. "What's the deal, Janetta?"

"What do you mean? We're here for a good time. It's not complicated, Kandikan." She opened a bottle of metl juice and took several swallows. "Oh, that's good! Nice and cold with a good bite!"

"No," I said. "When we were joined and you knew I wasn't done yet, you tried to get away. Why?"

She finished one pepper and fished out another. "What's the problem? You got your nuts off, didn't you? I distinctly remember both times you dumping a load inside me. And I also remember you watching me take care of the mess." Janetta took another bite of sandwich and chased it with another swallow of metl juice. Frowning, she poked into the food chest. "I should have had him put in a lemon," she muttered.

"It's sex, Janetta. Both are supposed to get something out of it."

"We have. Before you go off, answer me this. How many times have you fucked a servant girl and never cared if she came or not."

That stopped me cold. Until my father's talk with me, I had done exactly that with Calia.

She looked at me and nodded. "Got you, didn't I? Well, if you want to come inside me, you better keep doing what you have been doing -- hang on and just do it. I can respect a warrior who takes what he wants."

"By the gods, Janetta, it's not a competition or a duel. Even if there's no affection or love, it's two people getting pleasure from each other. You respect your partner."

"You're full of shit," she replied, chewing slowly. "You did good by letting me come first, and if you want more action, you keep on doing just that. And if you want to come inside me, you better hang on and don't let go of me. Because if you can't keep me, you don't deserve me."

I mulled over her words. Meanwhile, Janetta walked over to the dead snake and picked it up. Pulling the knife out of the body, she laid the head on the table's edge and whacked it off. Then she gutted it.

"What are you doing?" I asked. Hungry myself, I reached into the food chest, took out a sandwich and bit into it.

"I'm a warrior, a hunter. I killed it. To waste it would be an affront to its spirit. Now I will eat it."

I chewed and swallowed, watching her work. She went to a small tree and cut off a long branch, whittling off the leaves. Poking through its body, she speared the flayed flesh.

"Be useful," she said, "and go find some kindling. Ever had snake before?"

"No." I scoured the area for some pieces of wood of various sizes. It was getting darker as day turned to twilight, but I managed to find enough to start a fire and keep it going a short while. I dumped my findings into the brick pit.

She was a prickly one, all right. Passionate, competent, intelligent, and in full womanly splendor. Oh, yeah. Good with knives, too. She obviously liked my body. The task was getting her to want me and not just my cock.

Janetta retrieved a lighter from the side pocket of the food chest. Reaching down, she picked up the decapitated head and flung it hard. It sailed over the fence and dropped below the horizon. She fussed with the wood for a bit, then finally succeeded in getting a fire started. With a look of triumph, she took the spitted snake and held it over the growing heat.

I finished my sandwich and took a few swallows from the metl juice. I checked the chest. Two more sandwiches remaining, with some assorted vegetables. I picked up the bottle and offered her a drink.

"It doesn't have to be like that," I said.

"Be like what?" She drank and looked at me suspiciously.

"You don't have to do things all by yourself."

"Oh, come on." Janetta rolled her eyes. "I don't know what planet you grew up on, but because I don't have a cock, I have to work twice as hard to get anywhere. And if I don't take precautions, I can get fucked up one side and down the other by priests or higher ranking officers. So don't whine to me because you think you got your feelings hurt." Using the heat of the fire, she held the knife into the flames and burnt off all the flesh. Her body was tense as she stared at the fire.

She was right. Things were tough for women, and warrior women were only slightly better. A long time ago, any woman of a lower class than your own could be taken. No questions asked. You just hiked up her dress and fucked her. She had no say in the matter. Over the last couple of hundred years, that practice became tougher, but women of the Servant class or lower were still fair game. However, poaching on someone else's servants could be dangerous if their master objected. If you were poor and in the Guild or Merchant class, you were still vulnerable. The attitude was that there was no lasting harm, and if she got pregnant, well, that's what women were for. Even the Atlanteans with their so-called enlightened ways would sometimes raid their neighbors and carry off women. Sometimes they just fucked them and let them go, and sometimes they forced them into marriage, and were actually surprised when someone got upset about the abduction. Upper class Chimorro women didn't have the same rights with lower class men. If she were caught fucking, the man had better be either her husband or from a higher social class or she risked divorce and a public whipping, and the possibility of demotion to the Servant class.

Up until about a hundred years ago, women were allowed to become warriors if their male kin were also warriors, but the women had to be celibate. A woman warrior who became pregnant was seen as defiled and put to death. Empress Tlilibasa, wife of Emperor Chambaca III, helped change that. The Empress had been both a warrior and priestess before her marriage. When the Emperor got ambushed by an Atlantean raiding party, the Empress and her women guards came to his rescue and later forced the decree from the Emperor. Women still couldn't have children while active duty, but with advanced birth control, they could be sexually active. Even so, they still had to be circumspect. Naturally, warrior women tended to stick together for protection. It wasn't supposed to be that way. Military training stressed that you were supposed to be able to depend on your fellow warriors to fight beside you and to defend you. Some men did, regardless. The training images, though, were all of men.

Just as some men protected the women warriors, there were those who saw them as a challenge to a male dominated class. The ideal was that a warrior woman had the right to refuse sex from a man of her own class or from a lower one. If of equal rank or higher than the man, she could kill in self-defense, or later, challenge him to mortal combat. There were very few women pilots, though. Janetta was pretty much on her own. And she could be ordered to submit to sex by someone of higher grade.

"Fair enough, you've had a raw deal--" I began.

"I don't want your pity, Kandikan. Just let it go." Janetta took another long swallow of alcohol. "Go get some more fuel."

Taking the lamp, I went into the nearby brush. I spent several minutes crashing around, and trying to avoid having my bare legs scratched, and trying to think how I could turn things around. I didn't want this to be how the evening ended. This time around, I managed to find a few large pieces of rotting wood and brought them back. Janetta looked them over and put one onto the fire. It quickly burst into flames.

I held out my hand, and she passed me the bottle. I took two long swallows. The alcohol roared down to my guts.

We watched the snake cook in silence. Janetta suddenly announced it was done. She brought it over to the table and pulled out a salt shaker. On her instructions, I found a small plate in a zippered compartment in the back side of the food chest.

Using her knife, she pulled away the spine and scraped some onto the plate and took the hot meat into her mouth. "Hot, hot, hot!" she cried, chewing rapidly. I handed her back the metl juice. She drank, then scraped off some more snake meat onto the plate. "Come on! Try some!"

She was right. The meat was hot. I chewed with my mouth open, trying not to burn my tongue. Tasted sort of like chicken.

Under the light of the electric lamp, we ate the snake, and then Janetta took the skin with the remains and tossed it over the planked fence. She cleaned the blade and resheathed it in her boot.

Night had arrived, and the first few stars gleamed overhead. To the east, we could see the various temples of Tikun, and the thousands of lights from streets and homes laid out in a glittery canvas of colors. Most were white, but some were blue or green or red. Drawn to the lights, we moved closer to the edge.

"I never tire of this sight," she murmured.

It really was a beautiful image. All the many-colored lights blinking, competing with the stars above. But more beautiful to me was the woman beside me. I moved behind her and slid my arms around her.

"What do you think you are you doing, Kandikan?"

I leaned in and kissed her neck. "A very beautiful woman expressed her desire to make love while she looked down on the night lights of Tikun."

"Beautiful woman? You're so full of shit. And the word I used was fuck." But she smiled anyway and leaned against my chest.

"Janetta, I think you are the singularly most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Just looking at you makes me hard for you."

Her breath caught. "Stop it, Kandikan. Don't tell me lies. I don't need them and I don't want them. I just want you to fuck me." For emphasis, she rubbed her butt against my growing cock.

My hands cupped her breasts, molding them in my hands like clay. As my lips moved along her neck and nibbled her ear, her breathing slowly deepened. The fire in the pit behind us shrank down while I continued to touch and caress her. Her breathing heavier, Janetta brushed away my hands and took down the top of her sun dress again. Then she pulled my hands back.

I chuckled and ran my teeth along her neck. Janetta shivered, rubbing the crease of her butt sensuously against my hard shaft. Using one hand, I moved down her belly, rubbing gently and fondling. Pushing my fingers further south, she widened her stance, allowing me access to her dripping pussy. Gently I probed her lower lips, running through her thick muff, then gently brushing her clitoris with my thumb.

I stuck a finger inside her growing heat. Janetta moaned appreciatively, with little catches in her breathing. Fingers ran up and down the length of her slit, then slid back inside. One finger, two, rubbing into her snatch. While my thumb rubbed her clit, my fingers curled in and found the soft, spongy spot just behind her pubic bone. My mouth nibbled and the other hand squeezed her breast. She whimpered, rocking her hips against my hand exploring her wetness. Her noises grew louder while she stared out at the lights of the city far away. I added a third finger and Janetta gasped, pushing harder against my hand.

"That's it," I whispered to her. "You're here, flying high above the city. Come for me. All over my hand. Show me how much you like what I'm doing to you."

Her breathing deepened, punctuated by moans and cries. One hand squeezed her breast while my other hand stroked and rubbed her slick cavity, thumbing her fat clit. Suddenly she stiffened and cried out, her pussy clamping down on my fingers. As she came, I pushed down on her shoulders, and shoved my cock into her pussy.

She arched her back and howled.

As she gushed and coated my cock with her fluids, I pulled her hips against me, plunging deeper and deeper into her spasming wet tunnel. Janetta huffed and shook as I stretched and filled her center.

I waited until she came down from her release before slowly resuming moving within her depths. Being inside her body was wonderful and I wanted to make it last as long as possible. I kept my strokes full and slow. Every fifth or sixth stroke, I pulled her hips against me and ground into her wet center. Janetta moaned and pushed back.

As the evening darkened and the city faded into shadows, we moved together, enjoying the sight and the feeling of our bodies being connected. Janetta grew wetter. Running my hand down her inner thigh, I could feel the slickness. Carefully, I moved my fingers higher, gently circling her clit. The air was filled with the flowers of late spring and the breeze coming up from the valley, but even stronger was the wet sound of us moving together. Both of us built toward release, grunts and pants giving way to moans and faster thrusting.

Overhead, the half-moon cast its bright silvery light over the landscape, covering the forest and the distant, sparkling city with an ethereal haze. Above us, the clear, black sky flickered with starlight gleaming.

Soon I was pounding into Janetta, bucking into her sopping slit, and she hung onto the fence. Faster and faster I pushed, my hips slapping wetly against her ass, my balls slamming into her swollen lips. Then with a long, low growl, she bucked and shivered, her pussy clamping tight around my cock. With a yell, I grabbed her hips and shoved into her, spewing hot ropes of sperm into her welcoming depths. She grunted, pushing back, trying to take me as deep as possible.

"Fuck, Kandikan," Janetta said, her voice shaking, "That was .. first class."

"Ranji. My first name is Ranji."

"I know that." She paused. "You aren't pulling out?"

"Nope. I love how you feel, Janetta. Smooth and tight and hot and wet. I intend to stay inside you as long as I possibly can." I moved my hands up to her shoulders, caressing her bare skin.

She didn't say anything at first, but I felt a tenseness in her back ease just a little. "It feels nice," she whispered.

When I felt myself start to soften, I started moving slowly inside her pussy. And just like that, I was hard again.

"Really?" I could hear the surprise in her voice.

I ran one hand through her beautiful, thick, long hair. My other hand ran along her smooth back and flanks. My cock worked slowly in and out of her sodden slit. Both of our upper thighs were drenched from our just completed coupling. I couldn't imagine wanting to be anywhere else in the world. "Oooh, yes. Any objections?"

Janetta was quiet for several long strokes. "No," she said at last.

"Though I must warn you," I said, leaning forward so my hand could stroke her taut belly, "this round will be harder and faster."